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VOLUME XXL M. v -uv k.A. \V. lA-.fc. McKibben & Lane ATTORNEYS AT LAW, Jackson Ga. LUCIEILRH. CLItUDE C, RAY. nuteiis, Ga. Fackbon^Gt.. RAY & RAY, ATTORN E YS. Negotiate loans on real estate lower than any Loan Broker in Georgia. Superior advantages in collecting claims in the South. Practice in all Courts, both Federal and State: Also Supreme Court ,of U. S. A. by special contract. WRIGHT & BECK, Attorneys at Law. (OFFICE IN COUNT HOUSE.) jTAOKSONT, - - Or A.. M. M. MILLS, counsellor A Attorney at Law. Will practice in ell the courts. Mor ev feened on r el estate at low rate of inter •i Long time granted with small pay peats. Money obtained at once without Uiy. (OTSTCB IN COURT HOUSE.) Or. 0. H. Cantrell, I D33HTTIST. I JACKSON, - - GEORGIA. Up stairs over i. W. Bun’s Rock Corner. J. W. LEE, H. D. JACKSON, QA. Will practice medicine in its various branches. Office at J. W. Lee <fe Son’s drug store, llesideoce first house west of Mrs. Brady’s. DR. T. K. THARPE. XJSSTIST. FLOVILLA .... GEORGIA. Crown and bridge work and all the la test methods of dentistry, Teeth ex nu-U tl v\ ilhoui pain. Prices moderate. Satisfaction guaranteed. Feb 14 93 ly. HOTELS. STOP AT THE Morrison House. EVERYTHING NEW AND FIRST CLASS. Conveniently Located, Free Hack to C. R. GRESHxVM, Proprietor. Wilkinson House. Firt Class iu Every Particular. The ooly brick hotel between Atlanta and Muooa. Convenient to ail business. Mbs. A. E. Wilkinsow, Prop. MOAEY TO LOAN. We are prepared to negotiate loans for y amount on real estate on the most avorable terms. Call on us and investi nste before borrowing elsewhere. Office n the court house. & Mills. ETHERIDGE & KINARD. FIRE INSURANCE AGENTS. Risk taken on all classes of Insur ance. 11V insure Cotton, Cotton Gins Saw mills, Country Stoics, Dwellings, Rams &c. W r c represent some of the land oldest companies in the Uni- Yd Suites. 21st Annual Announcement or TKK lift Georgia Africoltiiral College, AT DAHLONEQA. A branch of the State University Spring Term begins First Monday in Feb ruary. Fall Term begins First Monday in September. Best school in the sonth, for students with limited means. The military training ii thorough, being under a U. 8. Army officer, detailed by the Secretary of War. BOTH BEXBS H ATE EQUAL ADVAN TAGES. Students are prepared and licensed to teach in the public schools, by act of the legislature. Lectures, on Agriculture and the Sciences by distinguished educators and scholars. For health the climate is unsurpassed. Altitude 3237 feet. Board $lO per month and upwards. Miming tf lower rates. Bach senator and representative of the state h entitled and requested to appoint one pupil hum his district or ooanty, without paying toatricuiation fee, daring his term. Bor catalog or information, address Sccre or Treasurer. Board of Trustees. Jflibhk (Sfeorgia Slrgm LULaI. BRIEFS. We are to have a new coal firm in Jackson. 1 hat is right, competition is the life of trade. “Orange mikes hand some, happy women, because it, makes healthy women, Sold By all druggists. Mr. T. W. Xahr is planting ten thousand more vines. 1I says that co non will not be iiis stable crop, but fruit and grapes will. A uiaddog passed Ivinards last week and bit luo persons. The council should offer a five dollar reward for every stray dog s head, hydrop hobialy speaking. Can’t be beaten ! Mr, J. G. Wittig Blue Mound, III*., Writes : “I have used Salvation Oil with wonderful success for inflammatory rheuma tism in my foot. It cannot be beat” Every one gives it the highest praise. H. Grade!,Druggist, Walnut aud Aili bou tits., Ciuciuuulti, 0., says this of nis trade: ‘*l sell my share ot Dr. Bull’s Cough Syrup and my customers ihal have used this preparation speak of ii in the highest terms.” Il you want a good hat try the Gate City. Almand,Mcon &Cos. Best parch coffee—Jersey cof fee. Buy one package at Almand, Moon & Cos. Don’t wait until you are robbed to learn I hat it is safest and wisest to keep a bank account. Don’t keep money locked up in trunks and hid in old stockings and ordinary iron safet. The steel burglar proof time lock safe, in the .Jackson Banking Co’s, vault is absol u tely impen etrable. The old reliable Butts and Eu taw acid and Jackson High Grade fertilizers. Almand, Moon & Cos. Mr. Jabe Ilolifield has tanned a hide under the new process and will soon have a tannery in full blast in Jackson. He can make good leather in fifteen days. Cousin Jabe is a good one and we are glad he has an assured success in his new business. When you want to buy cheap goods, give us a call. Shoes, hats, clothing, jeans, flannel, drilling, chocks, shirting, calico, table lin en, bed spreads, silk hosiery, gloves, handkerchiefs, pins, needles, buttons, thread, umbrel las of all kinds, corsets, cuffs, collars, shirts, suspenders and gents neck wear, at Almand, Moon & Cos. Representative Caruth, of Ken tucky has received the following irom Will S. Hays, the popular song writer: TO MY FRIIND MR. ASH CARUTH, \Y ho wrote that he thought I was an “early bird/' applying for a po sition uuder Cleveland : Dear I am an “early bird,” And now since “Cleve'’ controls, I’ll not let other birds get worms -dud leave me watching holes. I did that once wbeu “deve” vent in Til go for a'l that squirms, For you and I both know d—m well, JTiat there’s more birds than worms. T. 1., ■ 3T POSITIONS GUAR A NTE ED. By The Georgia Business College of Ma con, Georgia Ihe estaolished reputation of the Geor gia i?us - ness College, which ranks al other southern institutions, enables it to do what no other is doing, viz: Guarantee a position to every person of average ability and good moral character, who completes its prescribed course. Mauy Text Book cllegcs are studiously seeking to conceal their lack of inent and iutluence, by hinting that no repu able in stiution will guarantee positions. Pet. this celebrated college, which teaches real business by purely practical methods, no only boldly gives this guarantee, but si making it good in every instance. It had fifty students from a dozen states North aud South, to enter last month; and in addition to placing every graduate, has now on hand numerous unfilled applica tsoin from the best professional and mer cantile firms for book-keepers and stenog raphers, at salaries of $600.00 to $1500.00 per annum. Evejy young lady Mid genfleman, de siring to become independent, should write for full particulars, to IFtatt & A/artix, Macon, Ga. JACKSON, GA., FRIDAY, FEBRUARY 24, 1893. mother. Lines Written to His Mother Sug gested by the Heavy Snow Fall on the Night of the 15th Jan. 1893. My dear Mother As beautiful and pure a* the snow falling in ten der, white flakes all around us to day, so is my love for you, good mother, thou dearest of earthly creatures, When it snows I think of home, the dear old home of my boyhood days. I think of the snow ball, the snow battle, the snow man. It used to run us wild to see the sno v fall so gently, pure, white, beautiful and feathery, falling like eoft, aerial pictures and silently placing on the old willing world a crown of spotless white. It made my young heart leap with joy. It fills me with childish ecstacy. 1 thought these flakes were made for the cl ildren. I thought God was so good to remem ber us little ones. Il looked like He was the Dig playfellow at one end of the playground, while we on ou r ovrn soft, velvety base, were romp ing and shouting back at Him our glad hosannas that ever He thoughr of this choicest game from the skies. There was the merry romping and clattering of young voices. There was the loud laughter of innocent childhood. There was the wild en ergetic sport of boy ; sh perseverance. Hall and corridor and field and wood were yocal with song and sbouF We heartily wished the snow would last forever, auu the only shadow that fell athwart the shining pathway of our joy was this, we knew it was too beautiful to last. 0, how earnestly we rolled and pushed along the snow, till the ball was mammoth and we puffed and blowed and stumbled and fell, and then all laughed merrily and stood off and admired with perfect ahufle ation that huge pile towering way above our heads. Avery monu ment to our unremitting toil and a statue of our wildest joy. We had rolled it together, and there it stood a mystic lump of shining spotless white. For days and weeks it stood glit tering in the sunlight, or smiling back at the far oft laughing stars. Then I thought of all the boys for laughter and song and labor and fun in the cold, white snow, my good father was easily the champi on. Sweet memories I they abide with me. Yes, I remember, father was the very personification of good hu mor. He was genial, frolicsome, content. His face was the sunlight that lit up our little world of snow and made it all radiant, and his own rich voice was to us as the sweet song bird that sung and perched in the sunny corners ot our soul. Then your own sweet face, mother, as you 3at in the doorway smiling, lent fresh vigor to our happy sport and threw a golden halo over all. Those laughing eyes, that beam* ing face, those tender words of mu sical cadence, mother, went to the heart as shafts of yellow sunlight. And so the snow scene oil that fair winter morning was a perfect little fairy land for beauty and for good nass. Surely it was enchanted ground, “a thing of beauty, a joy forever.” we thought. We wondered if it were not some bright fragment from far off Dreamland, or some soft landslide from Heaven that had first been lighted and kissed by the angels. Sweet memories! those which live and throb in my soul like the perfumed breath from Ceylon, like the fragrant breeze from off some, paradise flower garden, these happy snow scenes of the golden long ago come floating back tonight, mother and lam a happy faced sunny boy again. Just now, mother, we are in the midst of a beautiful snow storm. I think I never saw tbe snow fail so fast and thick and soft Areat big flakes come ffutteriug down as though they had been very delicate ly chipped from off some glittering moss in Glory Land. For just a moment these myriad flakes, soft, white messengers of purity, would stand and tremble aod scintillate and smile, as each passing breeze would kiss them, and then go turn* - uli-.g a. ill it LiililUfi, UuWn picsalli^ the earth as silently and lightly a e’er did angel feet. This continued almost the entire day, when late in the driving sleet small and white and soft and fine almost as mist fell over the suow giving it a hard finish, a glaze, a shining white glory that was perfectly beautiful to behold. Many innocent sports were indulg ed. Th 6 voung were happy and blithe as rooming larks, and the old were young again. Rosy cheeks aud flashing eyes, rudy lips and merry laughter and romping feet were conspicuous dur ing the day. The wildest laughter, the sweet est voices, a grand chorus of child* ish melodies made vocal home and street and field the whole day out, and died with the latest evening breeze falling in the silent, peacefnl snow. But late in the night the sleet fell here in torrents. It came like a driving tempest; it fell like shot and hail. Then the wind blew a fear lul gale and howled and wailed and tossed like angry billows, or groan ed like some starving beast in pite ous rage;then in subdued toneß, in muffled voice she sobbed like some breken-hearted child moaned with the moan of the sad, sad sea. The house trembled; the trees sagged; the restless tempest whis tled around the corners. We could bear the icicles as they would strike and beat against the frozen branches. And the crying and the sying of the dying of the winter night. Drone chill and dispalr to earth’s unfortunate. And we shivered as we thought ot the poor without home, without shelter, without friends, hungry and cold, and facicg the noiseless storm that was bitter. oso bitter! Then I lifted up my heart to God to remember the poor . nd give shel ter to the storm-driven and food to the starving, and close my mouth forever to murmerings and com plainings, A good home, a glowing fire, a soft bed and great hearts to love and to comfort, then say in the face of all these heavenly benedic tions; “My lot is hard—my life ie lonely’*—it is a burning shame; it is a gross ingratitude to God. So I thank Him for the beautiful &now, the chilling ice, the howling wind, the frozen earth and the sun less snow. They have taught me lessons never to be forgotton. I look above me, I see His smiles through the glittering icicles. I look around me, I behold His treasures in the beautiful snow. Listen to the voi ces ot the night, what is in the winds? It’s the strange coming of peace designed ultimately to crown tempest tossed soul. It’s the rudy fire to warm our frigid hearts, the golden links to bind humanity to gether. These ar9 strangely sweet provi dences mother, though they be built on ice and crowned with snow and lashed together with the wailing winds. Heart is is made to beat in unison with heart. Our purposes are to lift up, to gladden, to bless, to redeem. Bless God I am a better man for tbe storm. I am more tender in thought. lam more grateful. My heart goes out in sympathy to earth’s sore sufferers. My very soul is enlarged at the remembrance of all the bestowmentß of a Heaven ly father’s love, So I believd He brings light out of darkness and calm out of storm and sunshine ont of cloud. Contentment now has anew meaning and gratitude a bright and a holier charm. Those dark days make us more meditative, and give mind a human kindness, a larger flow. And I teel tonight, dear mother, as/wiite to you, a sweet calm peace falling over my home and heart. I feel that the “rod of bitterness” has been extracted from my life,. lam touched by a sweet er influence, lam moved by a pur er and loftier impulse. I have ex perienced the genial sunbeams of His radiant lace pouring into my soul. lam lifted up and yet lam “mellowed down” as by faith I pil low my head upon His peaceful bosom; for this is love and there is forgiveness and sympathy for the o Ul UJiC OIU glUiiUUi c vrolrd. But I must desist, sweet mother, lest I weary you. By the way, I an. just reminded of the perfect dearu ot news in tnis let’er for which Id apologize. At some subsequen time and that too in the near future I propose to give you the happen ings of our fair little village, Foi the present it must suffice to pour out the burdens and joy and prayer and dreamy meditations of my heart. lamina meditative mood today. Sometimes I am walking amid the shadows—sometimes I am basking in the beautiful sunlight of God. good Dight, dear mother, may the angel of peace camp around you and all the loved ones at home. And may His sweet spirit lead you and us finallyacross the river to rest “under the shade of the trees, ’’ Your loving and affectionate son. J. C, Solomon, SCHOOL DEPAHTHENT. BOARD OF EDUCATION. E. E, Pound—C. S. 0. W. M. Mallet, President. A, G. Hitchins, J. M. McMicheal, D. N. Carmicheal, J. T. Goodman. SCHOOLS AND TEACHERS. Jackson Institute -J. C. Blasin game president; Prof. Kelley yice president; Miss Eva Sa3nett and Miss Rosa Thornton, teachers. Music Miss Helen Rogers. Art and eparmeni Miss Mahone. Jenkinsburg—C. R. Thompson, Miss Elia E. Pound. Flovilla High SchoolW. M. Spann principal; J. C. Spann asst. Mrs, G, B. Elder Music. Elgin High School—C. S. Mad dox, County Line -Prof. Ward. Henly's Mill—Prof. Aiken. Corinth—Miss McGheebee. Indian Spings—Miss Fannnie M Ogletree. Worthville —Miss Estelle Wal thall. Stark—G.H. Cornwell Cedar Rock—Miss Clyde Hunt. Barnett's Mill—Miss Ida Smith. Base—Miss (71ovis Jinks Flynt Hill—Miss Magie Scar brough. Cork—V. D, Harris. Grady Institute—Miss Dollie Rogers. Old Bethel. W. T. MoMillen. Fincherville, T. J. Christian. Mt. Vernon, Miss, Katie Hoard. Iron Spring, Mrs. Roxie Pittman. Private High School, Miss. Minnie Atkinson. A/ONE F TO LEWD. ‘‘Money to at six per cent,” In gilt letters hang o’er the door, “If that is the way,” said Mr. Dent, “I gre's I’ll be dun ed no more, I owe seme en a guano debt— ’Tis true he said he would w<>it; But I owe some for provisions yet, Mad it would* strap me to pay it. “2 hese merchants and guano men -4re good enough in their way, But I’m not use to this, and then I will .meet them every day. Besides this is our own demand, We populist I mean to say; That our property —our land Should be money every day. I’ll have the land and run my farm, 2Tie cash I’ll have to spend, By using both,/’ll do no harm, And I’ll have money to lend. ” So Mi. Dent climbed up the stairs, To negotiate a loan. “I can keep it all for five years And use it, for it is my own*” Five short years have come and gone A ragged man is standing, The misery on his face is shown, More time he is demanding, Ant the sheriff says one more call—■ The land is worth twice the money; Are you done now, one and all, And winds up with something funny. A worn old man with sorrow bent, Again climbs the winding stair, And asks for a Settlement- Thinking in the sale he’ll share, Not a Dime for yon Mr. Dent, It don’t quite pay expenses. m You can have it for so moch rent, If you’ll fix up the fences. N* J. H. ‘'7 V C.irts'iai llmne iW# 1; Kfi **OJ >UiHLT tH< VlZ*.*. m '-ir 4 * -->ur, of lint r horosgl * * **4 J*r*ctlaal St aitiho*!rd 'tni*'iTrii-*iWiii rti.fri nr w |- >* . UiOitrrs iet rnTpmente Nos-Honl in tie .-'s'liU • r W>t csa FOHr YOUNC f.ftDigS. * m.T* pie*. * term n ,-^adi.igi Si la IFnwilty. rw * ig* ; gi ■ ■■-nriity ..r • •■i.eiorva gjju $; •; t t . A NARROW ESCAPE. BY TRASK H. STAUFFEB. I one da}' saw a copy of Hafiz on the table of a friend. Hafiz was a Persian poet of the fourteenth cen tury whose verse, like that of Ana creon's, was dedicated to love and wine. The book was in Persian manuscript, was superbly illus trated, and was at least 200 years old. “Fred, did you buy this book abroad?” I asked. He looked at me in a queer way, and then said: “No, I didn’t. I stole it.” I stared at him in surprise. “Not intentionally,” qualified he, as he lit a fresh cigar and shoved the box toward me. “It was an adventure,” I said, as I settled down in an easy chair, “l am ready to hear it.” He watched a wreath of smoke as it curled away to the ceiling, and then told me the following story: “1 was haunted by a pair of su perb black eyes while at Constan tinople. They rested on mo fre quently in the various marts, and they seemed significant with a meaning despite their steady gaze. Of course, they belonged to a young woman. Her figure was not too obese to be graceful, and though her face was covered with the traditional vail, I was sure that it was as handsome as the eyes. “I first met her in the drug market, a place that looked like the archway to a covered bridge, dim and mysterious, and odorous with spices, the venerable looking Turk scarcely visible through the smoke that curled from the bowl of his pipe, his eyes dreamy from the use of opium and his tremb ling fingers counting hie spice wood beads My unknown dark eyed beauty bought a package of henna, with which to dye her fingers, while I bought some in cense wood for a pastille lamp. “The next place I met her was in the slave market, and it struck me that was a queer place for her to be. She stared a little sadly at the Nubian damsels standing around like so many pieces of black statuary awaiting the plea sure of the auctioneer. When aer eyes met mine it was again with a prolonged, unwinking gaze, and I thought I saw signs of emotion. “The third time I met her was in the bezestein, that most orien tal of bazaars, devoted to the sale of bric-a-brac, largely of a military kind, and only open in the fore noon. 1 was pricing some jewel hilted daggers, when who should I see by my side but the vailed unknown. She picked up each dagger as I laid it down, exam ined it, and spoke to the gray bearded fatalist in attendance, a ripple of laughter stirring her thick vail. I could not under stand what she said, but I sup posed the conversation was about me. I was a good-looking fellow and had plenty of money and a fancy tor everything that was quaint. She took my hand, looked at it closely and gave it a slight tender pressure. I had a friend, an attache to the American Am bassador, and I told him about the mysterious houri. He just laughed at me. “ ‘You can’t designated them by their eyes/ he said. ‘They all look alike.’ “ ‘She wore turquoise rings/ I said. “ ‘lt is a favorite gem with them/ replied he. “ ‘She took hold of my hand in the bazaar.’ “ ‘That’s nothing new. She was prompted by curiosity. Their idea of modesty includes the vailing of their faces, and that’s about all. It may not have' been the same woman every time.’ “ ‘I am positive that it was/ I rejoined. ‘ I’ll follow her the next time. ’ “ ‘You’ll be fished up out of the Bosphorous the next morning,’ re plied my friend with a shrug. ‘ I’ll walk down to the Morgue to see if I can recognize you. ’ “ I saw a grave look cross his face, but that did not deter me from my purpose. The next day I met her within the religious gloom of one of the cemeteries. Was she following me or was there a fatality in our meeting ? The cities of the dead are numerous on the hillsides. They are not large, are shaded by close-growing cy press and each one has a small minaret pointing skyward in the center. There is a great deal of rural beauty about them and they are not never without visitors, for relatives hold their dead in great reverence. ‘ ‘ Again those fascinating eyes met mine and I felt my heart beat faster. She placed her fingers upon her lips and then walked down one of the paths. What did the ‘act mean but ‘ Follow me and be discreet.’ I followed her, tremb ling somewhat with excitement. Outside stood an aruba, drawn by horses and attended by an Abys sinian sla.ve. “ He opened the door of the car riage and the girl entered. She motioned to me to join her and I NfJ complied. Auer a short a rive we stopped at a small villa. She entered the house and I followed her, the Abyssinian slave joining us a few minutes later. At a sign from her he brought |n four gilded saucers, two of them containing some sort of snow-white delicacy and two filled with quince jelly almost done to a candy. “The room was the most elegant boudoir eye ever rested upon, with rich rugs, ottomans, statues, vases, and no end of Oriental conceits, a sweet odor and a sensuous look pervading it all. Leaving mo alone for a few minutes, she re turned and handed me a very rare and richly-illuminated hafiz. I saw at once its value to a book worm. “Pekke!” I said, which is the Persian word for admiration. “What do y'ou want?” “She looked at the Abyssinian and said something in Persian. “Sell,” he said, looking at me. “Frank?” “‘That is the name applied in the East to the people from Western Europe. “American,” I said. “I found he was familiar with English and we kept up a running conversation. She was on the alert and was watching me when she was not watching the Abys sinian. We spoke to each other through the interpreter. She wanted money for the book and evidently had some idea of its value. “‘Tell her that if she unvails I’ll buy,’ I boldly' said. He hesitated, then told her what I had said. I saw her tremble for a moment, then she threw aside her vail. I stood spell-bound, her face was so strikingly handsome, tinged with the healthy hues of youth and sparkling with vivacity. She saw the admiration in my eyes, and a like expression filled her own. There was a tender, yearning look ‘ back of them which gave me to undeia+and that she had conceived a violent affection for me. At least that was the construction which I placed upon it. I felt my pulse throb. Whither would it ail lead? Suddenly there was a noise in the corridor outside. She swiftly replaced the vail and a low exclamation of alarm broke from her lips. She closed her hands tightlyTo keep them from tremb ling. & ‘‘‘Go!’ said the Abyssinian slave, a pallor in his dusky face. “He pointed to the heavy hang ings beyond. I parted them, passed through several dim, mag nificently - furnished rooms and found my way at last into a se cluded corner. I was foolish enough to continue to run and thereby attracted the attention of some attendants, who, seeing I' was a foreigner, started in pursuit of me. I leaped the wall, eluded them in the wild shrubbery outside and reachad the bank of the river. “I found there a small caique or barge, which I shoved out into the current and then hid ipyself be hind the boat house. Two fierce looking Turks suddenly appeared. They thought that I was in the boat, under the canopy,' too ex hausted to use the oars. They plunged into the water and swam towards] the caique. That was just what I thought they would do. I crept back into the shrub bery and safely reached my quar ters in the heart of the city. Whether an irate father or a jeal ous husband had unexpectedly re turned, I never knew. I-was sure j though, that both of our lives, would have been forfeited. I’ll, never forget that fascinating face arid the alarm which urged me away.” “What construction did you place upon the occurrence?” I asked. “None that ever satisfied mo;” replied my friend. “Time and again have I been astonished ai my foolhardiness, though impetu ous youth never counts the risks. The powerful Abyssinian slave could have killed me at any time. The woman may have meant me weli—may have been ready to die’ under a suddenly conceived pas sion for me—or she may have been cruelly leading me on to- destruc-r lion. Perhaps she wanted to sell me the Hafiz, and that was all. The footsteps in the corridor may have been my salvation.” “You never saw her afterward?” I asked. “No. I wa3 afraid to look for her. I was afraid of her* and of myself. I was cured of my folly, and left for Smyrna the next day.” “And the Hafiz?” “I had it in my hand when I ran away. That is it. It is worth 13,000 to an antiquarian. I would not take §IO,OOO for it.” A Secret Out. Cholly (after the man had gone) —Why don’t you pay off that tailor of vours and stop these con tinual duns? . . , . Fweddy— ’Sh! dear boy, I don’t owe any tailaw. None Of ’em will twust me. •, i,. . “Then what does that fellow mean by hunting you up when you’re in a crowd and handing you a tailor’s bill for $175?” “I pay him 50 cents a month for doing it. It’s fob effect, dear boyv See? ’—Chicago Tribune, . _